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Just Three Things, Real Quick

If you missed my demi-rant yesterday, here it is again with photographic evidence.

1. This entire city is ridiculous when it comes to “fashion.” Chicks put on their grandfathers’ smoking jackets with leggings and brown suede ankle boots and call it a motherf*cking day.

Why does it look like all of NYC is permanently doing the walk of shame? (A:Because they probably are. SexXxy.) People, there are plenty of places here to buy clothes. Get you some. Actually, scratch that. I’m having a great time snapping surreptitious photos of you in your 2-piece Lycra zebra print outfit. (True story.) Continue reading

Black Beauty and the AK-47. (Photo post.)

“I may be firing an AK-47 for the first time this weekend, along with some other rifles. I only have experience with handguns. Is there anything I can do or wear to avoid major bruising from the recoil, or should I just buck up and wear my bruises with pride?” – Me, Tuesday, November 07, 2006 Continue reading

I’m Feeling You: The Pictures

NOTE: These photos are the companion to a love note I wrote to New York City a couple months before moving here. Click here to read.

My next girlfriend, Layla The Bellydancer.

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Oh, Brooklyn . . . I feel you. Continue reading

The Rule of Thirds/A Memory, Photographic.

I have a photographic memory. It’s flawed, but remarkable nonetheless, at least to me. People ask me several times a week, “How did you know/remember that?” The answer is always because I saw it or read it once, somewhere – scrawled in the borders on the page of a book or driving by a billboard. I can’t remember birthdays unless I write down the date on my agenda or unless someone shows me their license – tying the letters of their name or their likeness to that important string of numbers. Continue reading

Black Girl Gone Wild (Photo Blog)

I went camping (for only the second time in my life) this weekend with my best friend April and my former roommate “Double-0” and I can tell you three things:

1. Camping is for White people.
2. Camping is for White people.
3. When camping with White people, drinking makes the experience infinitely more fun.

This is what I packed into Double-0’s car. April went up early to set things up for us since we had to work.

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